Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1887-10-15

@Milly. said she, aplease Light the
lamp ana get the magazine, while
hunt up my thimble and thread.
Ladies' 1 find myself under the neces-
slty Of mending my gloves this evening.
On, poverty where is thy sting? In a
shabby glove, I do believe, for nothing
hurts me ike that, unless it be a decay
ing boot.
haty's gloves were n marvel to us.
She never wore any but Of good quality
and always the same cOior-a broWnish
neutral tint, that harmonizsd with al
most any dress-but Just now a new
pair would seem to be the one thing
needful, from the appearance OF the
ones she brought out
she sat and patiently mended the
little rents, while I read aloud; and
when she had finished, the gloves
looked almost new.
The next day was Saturday, and we
had a half-hOliday Katy and Invent to
make some trihing purchases, and on
our way home stopped at the big board
lng-house, to see one Of the girls who
was ILL.,
When we came out, Katy ran across
the street to get a magazine from the
neWs-shop, and came hurrying M to
overtake me before 1 turned the cor
ner. She had the magazine open, and
one Of her hands was ungloVed; but it
was not until we reached home that she
found she had lost a glove. 1t was too
late then to go and look for it. We
went and searched the next morning,
but could not find it.
Katy mOurned for it.
IL f1sIe N.Naa
tragicallys "and il is a loss that cannot
be repaired.
What people call a panic" had oc-
Cured in financial circles in the spring
after Arthur Craig had lost his Katy,
and almost without a days warning he
found himself a poor man. He left his
affairs in the hands of his creditors
having satisfied himself that they could
gather enough from the wreck to save
th6mselves-and set his face to Lon
don.
He had been educated for u physician,
though fortune made a merchant of
him. Learning from friend that there
was an opening for a doctor in Fen
wick, he came thither and began to
practice.
"a
visit, leaving his patients in charge of
the new doctor; and so it came about
that on that Saturday evening he was
on his way to visit Maggie Lloyd, the
sick girl at the clearinghouse, when,
Just after turning the corner near the
news-shOp, he saw a brown glove lying
on the pavement. He was about to
pass it by; but a mans instinct to pick
up anything of value that seems to
have no owner, made him put it in his
pocket. He forgot all about it the next
minute.
But when he had made his call and
returned to his consulting room, in
taking paper from his pocket the glove
fell out, and he picked it up and looked
ut it with idle curiosity.
1t was old, but weli-preserYel 1t
had been mended often, but so neatly
as to make him regard mending as one
of the fine art 1t had a strangely
familiar look to him. Little, and
brown, and shapely, it lay on his knee,
bearing the very form of the hand that
had worn it.
And as he gazed at it there came to
him the memory of an hour, many
months past, when he had sat 10y Katy's
side on the green sofa in the dining
room of "their house" (alasD D and
watched her put h6r small hands into
a pair of brown gloves so much like
this one.
Ever since that ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
day, the vision of his lost love, sitting
there in the fading light, slowly draw
ing on her glove, her sweet eyes filling
as they talked-quarreled, we should
say, perhaps-had gone with him as an
abiding memory of her, until he had
come TO know each shade Of the picture
the color of the dress, the ribbon at
the throat, and the shaded plume in
her hat.
He looked at the little glove a long
time. He had thought it might belong
to one of the factory girls, as he found
it near the lOdging-house. But it did
not look like a factory hands" glove.
He would ask Maggie Lloyd, at any
rate; so he put it carefully in his pocket
until he should make his calls the next
morning.
He had suffered the glove to become
so associated with the memory of g
past that was sacred to him, that he
felt his cheek burn and his hand
tremble, as he drew it forth to show
it to Maggie, who was sitting, IN the
comfort of cOnvalescence, in an arm.
chair by the window, watching the
handsome young doctor write the pre-
scriptiOn for her benefit
by the way, Miss Maggie, do you
know whose glove this is?"
Maggie knew it ut once. 1t was Miss
GARDENERS glove.
"AIiss Gardinerl"
MI, v4nvv,a v,-aTa HE Ia,v-k 1.-.E =,
as she one of the factory hands?"
YES; but she lodges with Mrs.
Howell, quite out Of town, almost: she
was here to see me yesterday"
ooh, / see!" said he, not the most rel
evantly. "And can you tell me how
to find Mrs. HOwelIs house? I sup
pose L could go by and restore this
glove to its owner"
Maggie thought this unnecessary
trouble; but she gave the required
direction, and he went out, saying to
himself, at can't be my Katy, of course
but the glove shall go back to its
owner"
Mary and Lizzie went to church that
Sunday morning. Katy declared she
couldn't go, having but one glove.
stayed at home with her, and offered tC
keep Mrs. Howell's children for her,
add so persuaded that worthy woman
to attend worship with the girls
And Tins is how it came about, that
while We were having a frolic on the
carpet with the children IN Mrs.
HOwel's room, we heard a ring at the
door; and Bridget having taking her
self off somewhere, there was no help
for it but for one of US to answer the
summons.
you go, Katy, whispered I, in dis.
may. Il cannot appear"